Et alta a longè cognoscit. David.
To the cold humble hermitage
(Not tenanted but by discoloured age,
Or youth enfeebled by long prayer
And tame with fasts) th' Almighty doth repaire.
But from the lofty gilded roofe
Stain'd with some Pagan fiction, keepes a loofe.
Nor the gay Landlord daignes to know
Whose buildings are like Monsters but for show.